A Smidjin at a time

The beginning of the school year, even when you aren't a teacher or a student always has a feeling of a new years start over. This year even more so for me. See after a couple months of working 12 hour shifts, I am finally going back to my "normal" 8 hour shifts. Which means several things: *A schedule that allows me to get back to the gym consistently. No more working through my favorite classes. I have missed my Monday/Wednesday torture, I mean spin class. And I certainly can tell that I haven't been to yoga in a while. It's gonna be like starting all over again. I know it will come back, but I know it will also be frustrating to remember what I used to be able to do and not quite be there for a few weeks. But I will get there. I got there once, I can do it again. *Getting back on schedule means that I will be able to eat on a better "schedule" again. The one that is what I am supposed to be doing. These 12's have been hard on that. *Better s

Sometimes I take the journey for granted. I get so focused on getting to the goal, or more accurately how far away the goal seems, that I forget sometimes but all the stuff I have learned, and loved and grown through on the journey itself. And so to remind me and you my friends and loved ones, here is a little synopsis of the journey. I was never a skinny kid, at least I never felt skinny. And that continued up into my teens where I always wanted to lose weight but never really did anything about it. And then there were the college years. Oh I took PE courses (easy A's and we all know an A is an A), but I made up for it in cafeteria food, and still I knew I was overweight. I even joined gyms, but still I never seemed to lose weight. And then somewhere in the middle of my really long season of working the 4-midnight shift I started using the gym/rehab room at work after I got off. Just me and the treadmill and worlds dumbest criminals. It was actually a good time, and if I didn